The Cog and the Clock

To dust...
Shimmering in the light,
Ground beneath my heel,
Such is what becomes of the clock's face,
Transparent and unflinching,
Broken from a pane,
Pressed to shards,
Ground to...

Reflected in the glittering refraction,
Lighted by fragmented light,
Realization comes,
Utterly beaten,
Defeated,
There is nothing there,
Un-living gears mark the passage of time,
They mark it through their constant change...